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[Continued from Summertime: Dogs, Wieners, and Buns]
Knotty
“You left her there, like that, on the couch, mounted by her pup?”
“Yes,” said Lo, followed by, “Now have me, Daddy.”
“But wait,” I replied. She walked away down the hallway to the bedroom. By the time I got there, she was naked on the bed, lying on her tum, her bare feet dangling in the air above her, her legs spread wide.
“Daddy, come, play with my pussy,” she said.
I pulled off my clothes hastily and got on top of her. To my surprise, she was engrossed in some photos on her phone.
“What are you looking at?” I inquired as I slowly inserted my cock between her dripping wet pussy lips and slid it in right down to the shaft.
She moaned and said, “Is that your idea of foreplay? I said play with my pussy, not impale it.”
I pulled out.
“I didn’t say stop,” she grunted.
I slid in again.
“I thought your idea of foreplay,” said I, “was mounting my hard cock as I slept.”
“That’s only one idea. There are a lot of others.”
“What are you looking at?” I asked again, more demanding now since her hands were deliberately covering the screen of her phone.
“Nothing,” she said.
She was lying. I knew that. I thought, “OK, let her have her little secrets. I’ll find out later.”
“Why did you leave Scarlett?” I asked, trying to pump her for information.
“No talk. Fuck,” she instructed.
I gave up on my curiosity and simply explored her deepest recesses with my prick rather than with my pointed words.
“My ass!” she said, reaching both hands behind her and grabbing her ass cheeks to spread them and give me a clear target. “I want you to fuck my ass and then my puss and then my ass again – like a dog whose heat-seeking sensor keeps getting confused.”
It was an odd juxtaposition of simile and metaphor, but I was not going to nitpick at that moment. It was clear that her experience with Scarlett had left a lasting impression.
I gave her what she had requested, back-then-front and back again. In-out-in-out. Cunt-rump, cunt-rump, repeat. She was gushing.
The entire time she was looking down at her screen.
“Now,” she commanded, “ram it home up my ass. NOW!”
No time to think. Deep spelunking down her dark cavern.
“FUUUUUUCK!” was the response. This was the key to unlock the water works as her pussy gushed forth all at once in a deluge resembling the explosion of a water balloon.
Everything was drenched – me, the bed, her legs.
She finally rolled over on her back and, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, she managed to smile a grin of relief and whisper between inhaling, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I crawled up next to her and, after she regained her equilibrium, she squirmed on the soaking wet bed and took my cock in her mouth. I was still hard. I had not cum. The pressure of performing outweighed the pleasure of putting it in her ass.
She began to lick and to insert my cock deep to the back of her throat as the fingers of her right hand tickled and cupped my testicles.
I took advantage of her preoccupation with insuring that I gain as much pleasure as she to grab her phone and discover what had her so enchanted while I fucked her.
The photos surprised me. She had found a cache of Irena Ionesco’s photographs of her daughter Eva. Apparently, the mother-daughter dynamic had appealed to her prurient imagination.
Eva
Eva
Eva
Eva and friend
Eva
Eva
Lola imitating Eva Ionesco’s photo
I wasn’t ready for my exquisite torture to be over just yet.
Reaching down and grabbing Lo’s thick mane – a move she usually loves because I’m usually holding her on my cock in the position that affords the most pleasure to me – I gently pulled her off of the bone she was so eager to fondle with her face.
“Lo, come here,” I whispered.
She looked up at me, disappointed. She is not satisfied until and unless her fornication friend is satisfied.
“Is everything ok?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I just want to talk with you. I want to hear your story.”
“I told you already.”
“No, I want to know more.”
She slid up from my crotch to lie on the pillow facing me as I was lying on my pillow.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Why did you leave Scarlett?”
“She was completely incapacitated. Reilly had mounted her and was riding her good. He had already cum – into the pillow – and he was going to take a while.”
“So? She could have licked your pussy while the dog had his way with her from behind. You could have been next in line, if Reilly was riled up enough. You’ve been aching for that again. Anything could have happened.”
“Is that what you want? Did I let you down, Daddy?”
“It’s not about me,” I said, a bit sorry that she was taking my comments that way. “I’m just surprised. You clearly like this woman. You’re attracted to her. And – to have a four-legged friend trained in the art of pleasing its mistress. . .”
I didn’t have to continue because we both knew what sorts of erotic fantasies she dreams up while masturbating; dreams and fantasies of past experiences reconfigured into imaginings of future fun.
“You don’t understand, Daddy. She looked so, well, the only word I can think of is incapacitated. She was impaled on his prick and he was like the puppet master, pulling her strings with it. She seemed so, so. . .” Lo struggled to find the right word, “pathetic.”
“Pathetic?”
“Yes. I mean, there she was, Collin’s right-hand woman, as she called herself. Older, sophisticated, sexy, all put-together, and that British accent! You have no idea what that does to me! She looks down at me with that haughty, superior look.”
“I’m sure that’s just in your mind,” I said, doubtful that Scarlett, whom I had yet to meet, was looking down at Lo. Looking at her as a piece of meat to be devoured, maybe, but not looking down at her.
“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter,” said Lo, “that’s how I felt around her. But when she was being fucked by her furry friend, when she was desperate to have me, when she was completely and utterly debased and degraded like that on the couch, her big breasts hanging down, rocking forward-and-back under the thin, transparent fabric of her blouse, and she was unable to do a thing about it – that’s when I knew I had to go.”
“But why?”
“Because it gave me the upper hand for once. If I had stayed and let her lap up my labia, let Reilly ram his red rocket down my ravenous vagina like he was doing to her, and be made his bitch as completely and helplessly as she was, well then, I’d have even less self-respect next time I see her than I did the first time.”
“But you wanted her?”
“When she was washing my legs in the bathtub,” she said, her eyes glazed over as the scene played out before her mind’s eye, “and she hopped in, completely clothed, and got between my legs to wash my inner thighs, I was nearly certain she was going to ask me to piss all over her – her beautiful hair, her beautiful face, her red red lips, on her flimsy, sexy blouse and tits.”
“You really think she was going to ask that or. . .”
“Maybe I was hoping she’d ask for that.”
“Because, again, you’d have the upper hand. You’d be demeaning her, humiliating her by pissing on her.”
“Yeah, probably. What could be more humiliating?”
“You like it,” I reminded her, though she needed no reminding, I’m sure.
“Yeah, because I’m a masochist.”
“Well, maybe she is too.”
“No doubt,” she said, “but, if she goes about all haughty and holier than thou professionally – like she’s the sadist, at least towards me – then I’m not about to let her soon forget who is in charge in the bedroom.”
“A little sadistic streak in you too, then.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess you have met your match.”
“Daddy,” she said, “you’re my match.”
“You’re too young to remember, but a standard matchbox would come with twenty or fifty matches.”
“That’s a lot of fire.”
“Looks like she lit a flame between your legs.”
“Fuck me again, Daddy. Like a doggy. In my ass,” she said. “And give me my phone back, you sneak!”
XXX-mas Party with an image of Lola and friend above the mantle.
Protected: Toppings
Ultimate Bush
Lola’s two favorite toys
Lo was on the bed next to me, her Hitachi in one hand vibrating her clit and her horse-cock dildo in the other, filling her hungry hole. I was sitting up reading the day’s news, waiting for her third orgasm. With her, they always come in threes. That morning, the first was with me. It was one of those wonderful, Saturday morning, simultaneous climax situations where her moaning and saying, “Daddy, I’m cumming,” produced just the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to make me harder, to penetrate her deeper, and desire her desperately. Instead, as often happens, the seductive sound of her voice coaxed my one and only orgasm right out of me and into her. Luckily, the feel of my essence spouting out of me and pouring into her was enough to cause her first peak to be somewhat satisfying, if only as an appetizer.
She then continued to orgasm number two by pulling out her phone and scrolling through the many photos she had received recently of men in panties. The ones she likes the most are the married men who surreptitiously steal their wives’ panties, put them on, and play with themselves to her photos until they ejaculate in the red, black, or white lace panties and then put them back in their wives’ drawer for them to discover later – maybe when they’re late for work and hurriedly slip into the first panties they grab, unknowingly putting on the sperm encrusted underwear.
That orgasm was even better than the first, which was not a very complimentary commentary for me.
Then it was onto the Big O. In the trifecta of orgasms, this third is the one that wins. The second (performed by her fingers alone) places. And the first (the one with me) only shows. You can see, her number system is just the opposite of a horse race. Speaking of horses, that was exactly what she went for that morning – her Exotic-Erotics Remus Horse Cock Dildo. That, in combination with her Hitachi Magic Wand, is the gold standard of her orgasms, only outdone by having something – a princess plug, her finger, my cock, someone else’s cock – in her ass. That orgasm would be platinum and, that plus simultaneously sucking on tits, pussy, clit, or cock would be the diamond award. But that is the rarest of rare.
Apologies for the digression into Lo’s ranking system.
Back to our story. Once she had successfully mounted her highest peak that morning, ejaculating all over the covers, she rested in her puddle of pure delight.
Once I could tell she had regained her cognitive functioning again, I said to her, “Did you see what Kim Kardashian’s brand of fashion came out with this week?”
“Skims?”
“Yeah, Skims.”
“No. What?”
“They released a new line of thongs called pubic hair panties.”
“What the hell is that?”
Kim Kardashian Skims Pubic Hair Panties Ultimate Bush
“I think the name aptly describes it. Basically, a reinvention of the merkin. They call it ‘Ultimate Bush.’”
“Let me see!” she said.
I showed her the images from my phone. She took my phone out of my hand and began masturbating again, pulling on her thick bush.
“I say, skip the panties, keep the pubic hair.”
“Are you really going to go for a fourth orgasm?” I asked in disbelief.
“You know what they say, ‘Go fourth and prosper.’ You want me to prosper, don’t you?”
Why not camel toe panties?
She dropped my phone and had her eyes closed as she fondled herself. After yet one more orgasm – not nearly as violent as her third – she opened her eyes and hugged me.
“What were you thinking about?”
“When?”
“The thought that brought you to climax, what was it?”
“Oh, I was just thinking if Skims expanded their Ultimate Bush panties to a bikini line. I was picturing all the women and girls wearing them on the beach. That really got my juices flowing.”
Only use real human hair or faux fur.
Binders Full of Women
Mysterious Scarlett
“Yes, please show Ms. Down in,” Lola heard the voice say over the intercom to the secretary at the front desk.
Lo had her binders full of women resting in her lap atop her short black skirt. She held the binders firmly, with both hands. Her feet were bouncing rapidly and nervously in her cute, shiny, teal, round-tow, kitten-heel, pumps. She looked up anxiously at the sound of Collin’s voice over the intercom.
“You may go in now,” said the receptionist to Lo, only glancing at her briefly.
Lo entered the room, but instead of seeing Collin behind the large, wooden desk, she saw a beautiful brunette woman with bold, red lipstick, brown eyes, and stylish glasses looking down at some papers on her desk.
“Where’s Collin?” asked Lo, taken aback and with impudence, as if she had a right to her expectations.
The woman didn’t even look up at Lo. “Busy.”
“But I heard his voice. He told the receptionist to. . .”
“He’s working remotely,” said the woman, again, without looking up from her work.
“But, he’s supposed to. . .”
“I’ll be reviewing the layouts.”
“Who are you?”
Now the woman looked up at Lola. Despite the woman’s attractiveness and thick mane of hair that Lo wanted to grab and hold onto as she pushed the woman’s voluptuous lips – her most striking feature – down between her legs, the stranger’s tone was cold, monotone, almost robotic.
“I’m the project manager. The editor. Collin’s right-hand man.” She spoke and looked like Elizabeth Hurley playing Vanessa Kensington from the Austin Powers movie, which was just fine by Lola, because Lo had a long-standing crush on Elizabeth Hurley and the British accent made her twitterpated.
“You don’t look like a man,” said Lo, trying to get on the woman’s good side – if she had one, that is.
“I could fuck you five ways to Sunday,” said the editor. Then those luscious lips broke into a smile and Lo could see the woman’s beautiful, bright white teeth behind them. “And I would enjoy it too, I bet.”
The woman stood up, walked around the large desk, and extended her hand. “I’m Scarlet.”
Lo couldn’t help but think how perfectly her name matched her looks.
“And I’m blushing,” said Lo.
“You’re everything Collin said you’d be.”
“Oh yeah? What did he say I’d be?”
“Irresistible.”
“Did he? That naughty rogue.”
“So, what’s that you have there?” asked Scarlet.
“My binders full of women.”
“I’d like to have a binder full of Lola,” she replied.
“That can be arranged,” replied Lo, and adding after a pause, “but I’m sure he’s shown you all of my angles already.”
“No, actually,” said the woman, politely, but slowly fingering Lo’s blouse seductively. “He wanted me to use my imagination. But he did tell me all about you.”
“Such tales require little imagination.”
“Well, now that I see you, I can tell you that the imaginings will be more vivid and erotic.”
Lo blushed again. She felt at a disadvantage since she knew nothing about this bombshell before her. “Collin can be obsequious.”
“Obsequious?! He didn’t do you justice.”
“No?”
“Well, to be fair, now that I have met you in person, it seems to me all words fall short of conveying your beauty.”
“You are kind.”
“No. I am objectively correct. I have multiple degrees in the subject.”
“They offer upper-level classes on Lola Down?”
“If only,” said Scarlet, “my degrees are in art, aesthetics, design, and marketing.”
“That’s a lot of degrees for so young a woman.” Now Lola was being obsequious. Scarlet was clearly in her thirties, if not early forties.
“Keep up the flattery like that and I will have to put you over my knee to teach you not to fib.”
“You could put me over your knee anytime for any reason.”
“I may take you up on that, but only if you displease me.”
“I don’t have a degree in it, but the giving and receiving pleasure was my field of study in college.”
“I could be your master’s thesis advisor then.”
“I’m willing to learn from anyone who can teach me a new trick.”
“Let’s see your homework and then we’ll get to the extracurriculars.”
Lo placed the multiple thick binders on the desk before the brunette.
“They are divided into sections, as I imagine the masturbatorium museum will be.”
Scarlet looked at the index:
Porn Stars
MILFs
Preggo
Lactating
Breastfeeding
BBW
SSBBW
Golden Girls
Girls Next Door
Moms and Daughters
Nudists
BDSM
Boy-toys
Trans
Tiny Tits
Tiny Cocks
Creatures of Enormous Size
Bestiality
Misc.
“I see you’ve been photo farming.”
“What?”
“You know, photo farming – collecting photos of women and men you find alluring.”
“Oh, I just call it ‘putting it in the fap hat.’ You know, like the ‘spank bank’ ‘snack pack,’ or ‘bean machine,’ ‘perv reserve,’ and ‘jill thrills’ if you wish to be particular about it.”
“It’s a photo farm,” said Scarlet definitively. “And that’s ok. We all have them.”
Scarlet turned the pages slowly, viewing each page with an expert eye.
She then flipped through the hundreds of other pages.
“There’s a lot here,” he said, pensively, as she was cursorily reviewing Lo’s work. “I think I’ll need to bring this work home with me. In the meantime, why don’t you utilize your platform to see what your readers would like?”
“Like, post all of these photos?”
Scarlet managed to tear her attention away from the binders in order to look up at Lo.
“Not all,” she said, “That would be ridiculous! We’re trying to whittle this enormous collection down to a manageable size. Post a sample of each category and see what people say they’d like to see more of. After I’ve had a chance to look through this myself, I’ll call you.”
Lo reluctantly left her binders full of women on Scarlett’s desk and stood up, a bit perplexed.
“Will that be all?” she asked as if she were some sort of subordinate to this superior.
“One more thing,” said Scarlett.
“Yes?”
“What’s your favorite?”
Lola didn’t need to give the question any thought. She simply said, “That would be cheating. But maybe, if you ever do fuck me five ways to Sunday, you just might find out.”
Scarlett smiled mischievously and then pressed on her intercom button. “I’ll need a few minutes before my next appointment,” she said as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a huge dildo and placed it on the desk for Lo to see. “That will be all, Ms. Down,” she pronounced clearly and coldly.
Lo’s heart had skipped a beat because, for a moment, she thought Scarlett would be using the foreboding phallus on her, but then she realized what was happening and turned to exit. She did an about-face so fast on her feet that her short little skirt flew up for just a second, revealing her ass to Scarlett’s probing eyes. Then she was gone.
[Dear Reader, please use the comments to vote for your favorites or to suggest others.]
Stoya
Stoya
Pornstar Sasha Grey
Sasha and Stoya
Sasha
Sasha
Pornstar Daizha Morgann
Daizha Morgann
Pornstar Lola Vargas Martin
Porn Star Gili Sky
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie enjoying Match, Cinder & Spark
Sam and Son
Sam and Daughter
Quintessential MILF Sam
Preggo
Three Pregnant Muses
Crossover – Preggo Porn Star Grey Desire
Lactating
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding Lisa Shapira
Breastfeeding
BBW – Chunky Vixen
Chunky Vixen
BBW – Lisalou and Aurora Fits
Lisalou and Aurora
SSBBW Rosiee
SSBBW – Lady Brads
SSBBW – Lady Brads
BBW Party
Golden Girl – Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken selling her panties. Send her an email and tell her Lola sent you.
Golden Girl – Queen Bev getting off to Lola
Golden Girl – Queen Bev from behind
Golden Girl – Queen Bev showing off the large pussy
Golden Girl – Queen Bev gets off on her FUPA
Golden Girl – Queen Bev loves to read naked
Golden Girl – Queen Bev an boyfriend
Vote for your favorite category/slut in the comments. Feel free to suggest a category or slut we missed. Also, don’t forget Lola Down:
Lola in the tub
More to (make you) cum.
Newest Members of The Match Book Club – Peach State Couple
In our quest to spotlight hot, sexy, and real people who have written to us to tell us how much they enjoy the stories in the various volumes of Match, Cinder & Spark, this week we bring you a loving couple who have had more than their share of adversity and who have transformed their sorrows into sheer sexiness! Please welcome Peach State Couple into The Match Book Club! Here they are in their own words and photos.
Peach State Couple getting it on
We have been married 25 years and together 30. We have always had an amazing relationship but the room was not on fire in the bedroom. Like many couples we didn’t know how to have the right conversation about what we really needed.
Peach State Couple
Then it happened, Mr. was diagnosed with kidney failure and began dialysis treatments. We continued on but realized that we needed to begin treasuring every day like it was our last because it truly could be. We sat down and started to admit what we needed and what we were not getting and it was like a gift from heaven. Suddenly our bedroom was on fire with passion and sensuality.
Mrs. Peach’s sex ass.
Mr. received a transplant and life was good, but it was short lived. About 5 years ago Mrs. was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were terrified of what life was going to bring us. Chemotherapy, radiation, and a double mastectomy later and we made it through with just a few physical changes.
Mrs. Peach’s friend Lexi
Mrs. Peach post surgery
Mrs. Peach
We have continued to devour one another whenever we have the chance and even though she lost her nipples Mrs. is still a sexy sensual being to the utmost degree. One day while enjoying one another’s bodies we made the joke of how hot it would be to post some of our sexy pics online, and had some of the hottest sex we had had in a while. Our photo shoots got sexier and sexier as we fantasized about people looking at and getting off to our pics, and then before you know it we had started a Bluesky and then later an Only Fans.
Mrs. Peach showing off her assets.
Mrs. Peach St. Patty’s Day celebration
Mrs. Peach, Lady in Red
Mrs. Peach – A Night in Paris
Mrs. Peach’s pretty peach
The thought of strangers being turned on by us to the point of masturbation makes us so hot. This lead us to Match Cinder and Spark, we loved reading the stories out loud to one another but the ultimate is for Mrs. Peach to listen to the audio version while Mr. Peach pleasures her in every way possible. This book is hot and sexy on so many levels and really gets us going!
Mrs. Peach getting off to Match, Cinder & Spark
What’s good for the Mrs. is good for the Mr.
Look us up on Only Fans https://onlyfans.com/peachstatecouple , Blue sky https://bsky.app/profile/peachstatecouple.bsky.social , and instagram https://www.instagram.com/peach_state_couple?igsh=MXM5bnZoNWMzOGJ6cg%3D%3D&utm_source=qr
Follow along in our sexy adventures as we rediscover our love and passion after all that we have been through and survived.
Mrs. Peach in a sexy pose
Full Color Peach
Mrs. Peach submits in a Kajira position
Mrs. Peach sexy one-piece
Juicy, ripe, round peach
Peaches for the thirsty
Emphasize the positive!
So cute!
Lo’s favorite color!
Compare, contrast
Mrs. Peach does “The Bed Spread”
Mrs. Peach assets galore
Kinky plug, it glows in the dark!
Frills that thrill
Mr. Peach shows his appreciation for Mrs. Peach
Mr. Peach was given an assignment by Lo. Step 1: Go into Mrs. Peach’s panty drawer.
Step 2: Pick out sexy panties and put them on. (Look how hard he is!)
Step 3: Masturbate to Lola while Mrs. Peach is away.
Looks like Mr. Peach was happy to fulfill Lo’s commands.
Lo told him to cum for her.
Looks like he was happy to make Lo happy.
Almost there. Looks like Mr. Peach is a real ass man.
Just three strokes more and. . .
Success!
Don’t worry, he also jacks to Mrs. Peach too!
Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Peach of Peach State Couple for this lovely cumtribution!
The Golden Girls – Candi Annie
Cute Candi Annie
We’re starting a new category for this blog – “The Golden Girls” – that will feature sexy mature women (and their men). This week we’re going to begin with a woman who has been in the lifestyle before it was called that. Candi Annie was introduced to poly relationships real early and she hasn’t let up. She’s in her sixties now and still going strong. If you like what you read and see, leave her a sweet comment.
Here’s the interview:
LOLA – Tell us about yourself. Where’d you grow up? Where’d you go to school? What did you do for most of your life? And how did you get into taking sexy photos and making sexy films?
Candi Annie in red
C.A. – I grew up in a small town in upstate New York and went to college in Boston- to a long gone, all girls college- Bay State Junior College. Getting away from all the limitations of a small town was an eye opener for me especially when it came to sex. I wanted to do it all and let all inhibitions go away. I tried everything I could think of sexually. A married couple that I actually “dated” at the time opened me up to not only the lifestyle having sex with other women which was great and sex on-camera. They actually arranged my first venture into hardcore porn for my eighteenth birthday where they bought me a ticket to LA to be in a “professional” porn shoot. It was so exciting and fun! My life took a turn after college and I had one bad relationship after another and my sexuality was put on the back burner for a number of reasons.
Unfortunately, the “professional porn shoot” pics are lost, but Candi Annie has tried to make up for it in later life.
Candi Annie with AARP volunteers.
Candi Annie getting off
LOLA – Where did you meet your husband and how did you two grow into the lifestyle you lead now?
C.A. – I met Al on the island of St. Croix where he was living and I was getting away from a cold New York winter and another bad relationship. We hit it off immediately! We talked for hours just walking around under the warm tropical night it was so amazing to find someone that I could tell everything to and he did not judge me. That openness is what solidified our relationship from the beginning. He never thought of me as a slut or anything like that, neither of us were virgins, what BS! He was excited to know of my previous experiences and was always wanting to know what made me feel good. The first time he went down on me it was electric, my most amazing orgasm in years! The sex just kept getting better and we were like 20 yr olds having sex 4-5 times a day. We never really thought of the lifestyle since our sex lives were already great, we just didn’t need it. But early on erotic photos did add some excitement and kept that “spark” alive.
Candi Annie with a friend at home.
Candi Annie likes to dress up to go out.
Candi Annie hitting on the staff.
LOLA – I can’t believe you’re sixty! You look great! Any special hints for preserving that beauty – both in terms of your face and also your great body?
C.A. – I am getting older and I certainly see the wrinkles more and more but I have always believed in good fast paced walks 3-4 times a week, nothing crazy and frankly speaking we still have sex every day- usually wake up sex that is usually all oral. I wake up to Al licking my pussy and after I reach my orgasm, Al brings his cock to my mouth and I “milk” him. Maybe that has something to do with all over health too, a big mouthful of cum everyday! I have to admit I crave the taste!
Candi Annie says, “A load of cum in the morning keeps me looking young!”
Candi Annie, “Next!”
Candi Annie is an inspiration to Lola Down
LOLA – I’ve noticed that most of your posts are with men and mostly older men. What are you into – men, women? Would you enjoy being with a younger man or woman?
C.A. – Older men just seem to be more caring and sensual. Ever since I visited those adult theaters in College where older men surrounded me and fondled me in such an erotic and respectful manner that I never felt uncomfortable. I would enjoy one after another but they were never forceful or disrespectful. They wanted to see me enjoying myself as much as they wanted to get off! That theater is where I met the male half of that couple I mentioned earlier. They took me under their wings and introduced me to so many exciting sexual things. Age did become an issue as we went along since I was actually only 16 when I met them but we had a great couple years and all involved had a great time. I have absolutely zero regrets!
Candi Annie camping
Candi Annie greeting the neighbors at the campground
Candi Annie has been around since before women shaved the bush
LOLA – What are your kinks, fetishes, and taboo interests?
C.A. – I think I have done them all! At this point meeting fun, interesting couples to explore with is all that is left on the bucket list. To have other couples that are well traveled open, loving but are sensual, compassionate, respectful and more on the professional and quiet side is our primary interest now. We are beyond the wild loud parties and really tired of rude, crude and pushy guys.
Candi Annie working from home
Candi Annie ready for her next Zoom meeting
Candi Annie prepping for that big presentation.
Candi Annie waiting for your call
LOLA – How long have you done this – the sex posting – and how long do you hope to keep it up?
C.A. – We started posting erotic photos about twenty years ago and without doubt it has kept the spark in our relationship! Truthfully I think this may be my last year unless perhaps the financial side improves, our sex life is great and I think the couples – swingers resorts and cruises etc will be our focus moving beyond this year. Not everything has to be on camera.
Candi Annie camping again.
Keep going Candi Annie!
LOLA – Top bucket-list sex fantasy?
C.A. – Tops is to find those elusive perfect couples to explore with! They should both be Bi, as well as the previously mentioned prerequisites. Age is irrelevant as long as everything else comes together, but it will take a “mature” couple to hit it off with us- that is an attitude not an age.
Candi Annie looking great!
LOLA – Books, movies, TV shows, and other porn stars you like?
C.A. – As far as pornstars- Nina Hartley is my long time crush and with her age she just gets more impressive. I am somewhat of a John Grisham fan and read most his books . Love erotic tales as well and of course Match, Cinder & Spark books! For TV shows I love comedy!!
Nina Hartley back in the day
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Lola Puts the “Fun” in Fundamental Fantasy
Lola Dreams of Gang Bangs
“Lola, by any chance did you watch Lily Phillip’s fucking a hundred cocks?” I asked over breakfast.
“Who do what?” she replied.
“Don’t be coy.”
We were sitting on the roof deck of a fancy five-star hotel in South Beach. To my right was the famous Ocean Blvd. and then the Atlantic. To my left was the roof deck pool, cabanas lining the side of it, and a bar at the far end. In the pool and lying out in the early sun were topless women and their husbands sunning themselves and drinking cocktails. It was only ten in the morning, and at that hour a Bloody Mary is basically breakfast. Or, at least it is when you’re on vacation.
“Of course I watched it,” she finally blurted out. “Why?”
“I was reading an article this morning that was quite enlightening about it.”
“I bet you were,” she said with jealous derision in her tone.
“Do you care to read it?”
“What’s it called and what do you find so fascinating about it?”
“It’s called ‘Lily Phillips: One Woman’s Dream of Don Juan’ or something like that. In a nutshell, it says that there is an archetypal sexual fantasy for men and another for women.”
“I’m curious. What would those be?”
“For men, it’s the – well, it’s a little difficult to explain,” I stumbled over my words. “But basically, every man fantasizes about being an Alpha Male on steroids.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just imagine Rocky, The Terminator, John McClane from Die Hard, all rolled into one.”
“I get it, like Tyler Durden is to what’s his name in Fight Club.”
“Exactly. And, he doesn’t have a name.”
“The fantasy figure?”
“No, the narrator for Fight Club, played by Edward Norton. He’s so castrated that he doesn’t even get a name.”
“Castrated?”
“Never mind.”
“And what is a woman’s fantasy? Please, do tell,” she said sarcastically, underscoring that it is not a man’s place to tell a woman her fantasy.
“According to this article, Don Juan.”
“Don Juan?” she repeated, stunned. “He’s a male fantasy, if anything. I mean, he is the prototype for those movies you just mentioned.”
“That’s what’s interesting about this essay,” I said. “It’s a little too convoluted for me to explain. Why don’t you read it yourself.”
I texted it to her. She finished her breakfast, stood up, removed her bikini top, and sat in one of the lounge chairs facing the pool, phone in hand, reading the article.
I ordered a mimosa and sat across the pool from her. I watched her from behind my dark sunglasses as her left hand held the phone in its palm and her right hand moved lower and lower down her abdomen, to her bikini bottom, and then between her legs, where she pulled the thong to the side and revealed her long, meaty labia. She slowly stroked them in full view of all to see – especially me.
The boys get a real thrill when Lo’s around
When she was done with the article, she looked up from her phone. There, in the pool, were at least two men and a few boys who had been spying on her just as I had been. Let me be clear, everything she did was unconscious. When she’s engrossed in something – a movie, a book, an article – she is oblivious to the onanistic meanderings of her free hand. But her audience was engrossed in her. Each of them – including me – tried to pass it off as if they hadn’t noticed a thing, but it was abundantly evident – to me and everyone else, especially the wives and moms around the pool – what captivated their attention.
She glanced over the brim of her large and dark sunglasses, smiled, fixed her bikini bottom, and walked to the bar where she sat on one of the stools. It was a small, tiki-style bar, only big enough for four patrons at a time. She waited for the bartender who, at that moment, was delivering a tray of drinks to various patrons around the pool.
I met her over at the bar and said, “Well? What did you think?”
“I like that the author doesn’t deny Lily Phillips her right to claim her own pleasure, her own fantasy. I like that he doesn’t say, “She says this, but she must be wrong.”
“And?” I was expecting a critique.
“I also agree with the observation that no man, no matter how virile, can ever get it up enough.”
“I thought you’d like that. I mean, that was the theme of our second book, More!, after all.”
“But,” she began.
“Ah-ha! I knew there was a but.”
The bartender returned to his post and asked Lo what she’d like. Lo got excited. She stood up from the stool and was now bending over, leaning on the bar, showing her thong-clad butt off to her loyal fans in the pool.
A.I. of Lola by the pool
“Hmmm,” she said, licking her lips, “you have all these specialty cocktails. I love their whimsical names!”
“I think she’ll need a minute,” I said to the bartender, with a wink.
She was wiggling her butt in anticipation of the fun drinks, like a puppy excited to play.
“So,” I said, bringing her back to the conversation. “What is the but?”
“Well, I think there are a lot of fantasies – not just two.”
“Fair, but I think he’s talking about a fundamental fantasy.”
“You know,” she said, looking at me now, “even Don Juan wasn’t so simple as people make him out to be.”
“Your point?”
“Well, when he was a young man – I mean, really just a boy – he was sold into slavery and then, when spied by the sex-starved sultana, Gulbeyaz, she had her eunuch buy him for her, dress him up as a harem girl, and sneak him into the sultan’s seraglio for him to please her on the sly.”
“You mean, in Byron’s telling of the tale,” I said.
“Of course Byron!” she responded.
“And your point?” I asked again.
She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at her admirers in the pool.
“Well, maybe Don Juan is a woman’s fantasy, just not the Don Juan who beds all the women. Maybe the Don Juan who. . .”
“Lo, I think I know where you’re going with this. You weren’t dreaming of Lily Phillips while reading that article over there,” I nodded to where she had been lying down. “You were dreaming of MILF Meri’s son.”
“Por qué no los dos?”
“Madam?” asked the bartender.
“I’ll have the Red Headed Slut shot,” said Lo, licking her lips.
“Very good. And you sir?”
“The Blue Balls shot.”
Meri and son with a bull
The Cum Cube
Some women happy to show Lola off.
It was late in the pandemic and people were beginning to go stir-crazy. The government had shut down and locked down just about everything except “essential businesses.” They kept the liquor stores open because they were considered “essential,” but gradually the government began to realize that sex is essential too. Some countries in Europe had already had sex drive-thrus for a long time. The idea of a sex drive-in, or “sex box,” was started in the Netherlands with their popular afwerkplek. Or maybe it had its roots in the British TV show, “Sex Box,” where couples have sex in a box and then talk about it with the hosts. Whatever the origins, during the pandemic the idea caught on, especially because it could be practiced relatively safely.
bikini barista
British TV show ‘Sex Box’
Lola, who had been cooped up under extremely challenging conditions (meaning, she couldn’t engage in her regular hotwife activities) read about the sex-work reforms that they were instituting in Europe. She had already heard about American strip clubs taking the dance stage outside as well as coffee shops that featured so-called “bikini baristas.” And she had already engaged in some outdoor dogging activities with a few select couples. But, when she read about the sex-stalls, she got very excited. She looked into it and collaborated with private finance and public officials and managed to get the city’s first and only experimental “conjugal cube” built and placed downtown in what otherwise would be the heart of the financial district. However, due to the pandemic, the streets were mostly vacant but for some vagrants and other random characters.
After a couple of weeks of preparation, the cube was ready. It wasn’t anything special to see on the outside – just an industrial style metal box with a door and ventilation. But inside was a comfy and cozy little love pad where Lo could engage in relieving all the pent-up pressure to put out that she had while simultaneously providing an outlet for others with similarly pent-up passions to penetrate, pulsate, and please themselves and Lola out in public.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Lo as she was busy diddling herself to dreamland.
“So sure.”
“You’ll fuck any Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes to your cube?”
“Well, hopefully it won’t be too many hairy dicks, but I want them all to cum in my cube to me. Yes, I think that’s the perfect name for it too! – the Cum Cube.”
“Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”
I saw that she was looking at some cumtributes she recently received on her phone, which she held before her eyes with her left hand while her right hand was otherwise engaged in the self-pleasuring between her legs.
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure you won’t get arrested for this?”
“I have the assurance of the mayor!”
“Wow. The pandemic has really turned our world topsy-turvy.”
She was no longer listening to me because the full fury of her self-inflicted orgasm had overtaken her cognitive and physical functioning.
Lola’s Cum Cube
Fountain of Youth
Lola had planned on one more meeting with Terence at the sperm bank, but the clinic had a strict rule about donors not being able to sign up for a wank more than once a fortnight. In the intervening time, Lo’s little meeting with the director required that she attend to some other business. You see, the director of the clinic – the owner actually – was none other than Lili’s Uncle Collin. That’s right! The same Uncle Collin who had hosted us at the fateful Mount Bliss.
“Hello Lola,” he said, looking up from the wooden desk behind which he sat.
“Collin?!”
“Who else?”
Lola could only look dumbfounded. He was the last person she had expected to find at this suburban office park and running a nondescript sperm collection clinic. What the hell was he doing here? But then, when she thought about the décor of the place – the David Hamilton prints, the Roy Stuart posters, the Sabrina Dacos book – well, then it all began to make a bit more sense.
Lola asked all the questions that had swarmed in her mind. What are you doing here? How did you know it was me? Isn’t this place supposed to be anonymous? I never even signed in!
Suffice it to say, Collin has his ways. A man with the unlimited means at his disposal that he has can find out a lot of things that the rest of us mere monetary mortals would find impossible. It so turned out that his latest scheme, with his nephew David, is to develop and sell feminine moisturizing and beauty products made from the sperm of voluntary cumtributors.
“You see,” he said, “after I saw Fight Club, I thought to myself, ‘That’s ingenious! Making soap from the fat siphoned off through liposuction. I gave it some further consideration and struck on this even more ingenious idea.” Collin is rarely modest. “Collect the semen of millions of men and manufacture it, bottle it, and market it as conditioner, moisturizer, and other skin-care products for women. Turns out – and I only learned this from the boy wonder, David – that semen contains a powerful antioxidant called spermine. Spermine is the central component of seminal fluid and gives it its unique aroma. It also has many health benefits that are only beginning to be discovered.”
“So, this place is just a front?” asked Lo.
“Oh no,” said Collin, “this is an actual sperm bank for the usual purposes – licensed, regulated, on the up-and-up, legit.”
“Then, what are you doing here?”
“I had to start somewhere.”
“I suppose so.”
“You’re looking good.”
“Oh, shucks,” said Lo, “I always look good after I jerk a man off.”
“I bet you do.”
“I don’t suppose this place will produce enough sperm for your worldwide distribution of beauty products.”
“Oh, no. Not at all. This is just a trial run. What I’m thinking about doing is on a grand scale. That’s why I’ve asked you into my office.”
“How so?”
“You see, I want to build a state-of-the-art facility that is a cross between museum and a maisons de tolerance.”
“I’m sorry,” said Lo, “but you lost me with that last one. My French is a bit rusty.”
“A maisons closes,” said Collin unhelpfully. Lola looked perplexed. “Fancy French brothels like Aux Belles Poules or Le Chabanais.”
“So there would be prostitutes there?”
“No, no. Not at all. That would be. . . illegal. We can’t have that,” said Collin with a smile. “But there would be the option of the donors hiring a nurse or clinical assistant.”
“You mean. . .”
“Someone like you to give the boys a hand.”
“I see. Is that why you summoned me here?”
“I would like your assistance in the planning. I need some help choosing, well, that is – mostly the interior decorating.”
“Oh,” said Lo, a little surprised.
“I liked your choice of posters for room number three,” he said.
“So did I,” replied Lo.
“However, for my new facility, I’d like you to help with the overall design. You have a certain skill at making men feel. . .”
“Generous?” inserted Lo.
“Inspired.”
“Well, I certainly like the direction you’re going.”
Collin wasn’t sure how to take that. “The David Hamilton?”
“And Roy Stuart, Sabrina Dacos, and, who knows, maybe all the staff, like Ellie and Courtney, could provide boudoir photos as well to give the place a more personal touch.”
“I love the way you think, Ms. Down.”
“Tell me more about this scheme of yours.”
Collin went on to tell Lo that, unlike an actual sperm bank, a collection center such as he envisioned wouldn’t be under any oversight by regulators since the collections were not to be used to make babies. And the product he hoped to produce wouldn’t be under the auspices of the F.D.A. either because it would be a cosmetic product, not a drug. Best of all, cosmetics in the U.S. have almost no oversight – not like in Europe. Lo inquired about the logistics of it. Collin said that the men would be paid better than the going rate at the fertility clinics and, “they’ll be glad to hear this, they can come as often as they wish since the centrifugal process – or however David plans on deriving the essence of men’s essence – doesn’t need the same sort of sperm count that a fertility clinic does!”
“That’s it!” said Lo, excited.
“What’s it?”
“Your catch phrase – Cum as often as you want!”
“That’s good. That’s very good,” said Collin, stroking his bearded chin. “Yes,” he continued, “men can cum twice, even three times a day if they’re up for it.”
“And I’ll see to it that they are up for it!” said Lo.
Sabrina Dacos
Sabrina Dacos
Sabrina Dacos
Roy Stuart
David Hamilton